“I’ll replace those memories with my hands on your skin,” I said, voice like a promise. “With your name on my tongue while you come apart in my mouth. I want you to remember what it feels like to be craved.” “You don’t even know me,” she whispered. I brought my hand to her cheek, thumb brushing across her flushed skin. “No, but I see you.” She swallowed hard. “I want to be the man who reminds you how fucking powerful you are,” I said, breath hot against her lips. “You think you’re broken? Then let me put you back together the only way I know how.”
